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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 20, 2018 22:07:32 GMT -6
Featuring:
Sinarin & Yasuo
Setting:
Directly after Chapter 5 and following the events of High Speed Chase
The thief had been rather surprised that there were no parting words, no last quips, or glares. Evaris simply looked like a thoroughly beaten and broken individual who just wanted to get away and lick their wounds. He watched her slowly rise and gather herself together, before slowly moving off into the forest, bleeding and alone. Things could have been oh so different, if she'd just had a single bone of common sense in that body of hers. Whatever, he thought to himself, giving a mental shake since a physical one would hurt way too much at the moment. When silver gaze finally turned back toward remaining companion, it was to see his white figure slip behind a tree. Sinarin stared for a moment, dumbfounded, as if to check that's what Yasuo was really doing. "What?" he breathed, gaze darting toward the shards with a momentary flicker of panic. Nope, they were still scattered amongst the leaves, glittering in the scant moonlight that was trying to peek between the trees. How long had they been dealing with Evaris? Iggy's balls it felt like it hadn't taken long at all, but he was beginning to feel spent and like he wanted to sleep for a week. Shaking his head, the horse shifted slowly forward, peering through the dark. Eventually he saw light glinting from his other throwing knife, and he collected it before halting above the ripped bag of shards. What a pain in the ass. Gaze flicked back up as sounds of movement caught his attention, only to see what looked like Yasuo's rump hit the ground as he...curled up behind the tree? "Kaia's tits, what are you doing Yasuo? Get over here and claim your share of shards," the thief called, sounding exasperated. What was going through that skinny thief's head? Regardless, Sinarin bent his own head and started dividing out what was near the bag, making two piles. He was more of less going by what looked equal than actual count, since who really wanted to keep hanging around here haggling over one or two shards after all that? Sin would just hand over the couple in question if it came to that. However, Yasuo still hadn't moved from his tree perch. "Hey, Yasuo, you cut yourself to get even a third of these shards. You really gonna hide behind a tree when you're getting half now?" Post 1 | WC//400 |
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 20, 2018 23:55:08 GMT -6
 ║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
~~~
Yasuo wanted Sinarin to just leave. He heard the other speak, something hushed, but he couldn't make it out. It didn't matter. Once he left, if he took all the shards or not, he'd stumble off and figure out what he was meant to do next. He lowered his head, almost burying it between his front legs, the rough, dented lines of his face feeling coarse against his skin.
The exasperated call made him jump, legs twitching under him in reflex. If Sinarin left the shards there, then he'd claim them. But he wasn't going back out there without anything covering him. And he doubted there would be any leaves big enough to make into a makeshift mask. Ears flattened, Yasuo remained where he was, slight shivering from the adrenaline starting to wear off and the actual pain of his injuries revealing itself.
He merely swished his tail in slight irritation at the continued verbal prodding. Couldn't Sinarin just... Just go already? Surely he didn't want to be here much longer... The white thief gave a shuddering sigh, rubbing his face up and down on his legs, almost in a manner of trying to scrub away the scars, only succeeding in smearing his front legs with the red liquid leaking from the new cut on his face. None of this would come out easily too... He hated his coat. He hated his face. He hated his father. He didn't ask to be in this world, or be in this life...
A spiteful part of him said to just get up. Go over there. He'd seen the horrified look on Evaris' face, he expected Sinarin to have seen and given the same reaction. Maybe he could scare Sinarin out of a couple of his shards. But the fearful part of him, something youthful and immature, buried deep under conditioning, abuse, and pain, told him to stay, to keep hiding like a child and praying that maybe if he pretended Sinarin didn't exist, he'd go away...
That childish part of him, that he tried so hard to keep tucked away so people wouldn't question him, they wouldn't judge his limited experience... That part shoved to the forefront now. Stupid, stupid, stupid, why did he even agree to working with others. Working with others got him hurt. It had taken his tongue, taken his face, now it had taken his one object of safety and comfort. He was stupid for doing any of this. Eyes slowly welling up with tears, Yasuo pressed his knees tighter to his face, trying to choke down the weak sobs threatening to leave his throat.~~~
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 22, 2018 11:28:10 GMT -6
It didn't take too long before the contents of the ripped bag where divided into two glimmering piles, as well as the shards that could be easily reached around. A closer look showed the bag really wasn't in bad shape. The strap had been sliced, and it was a little torn, but it would actually serve to carry Yasuo's stash if he wanted it, since Sinarin had his own saddlebags.
Loading up said bags could wait a moment though, as his brain caught up with his actions and wounds. He really should have bandaged himself up first... With a snort at his stupidity, he took a step back so he didn't stumble and knock over his carefully made piles of loot, reaching into his bags as he did so. He always carried around some bandages for emergencies, and he'd gotten some from those Serorans too. Teke touched upon a vial, and he lifted it out, squinting at it in the dim light. Dark colored, but he had no idea what it was. He'd gotten a couple others too, part of his ransom earnings since the silly sand dwellers didn't actually carry shards around on them. The thief uncorked the vial and took an experimental sniff, before wrinkling his nose and slapping the stopper back in. Nope, no idea what it was other than it smelled bad.
Bandages only it was then, until he limped back to Aurora for a proper patch up.
With a soft grunt, he wound the cloth around his chest and neck once, before stuffing some against the gash for pressure, adjusting his packs and re-cinching so the straps so that they sat higher, and could keep the wad of bandages in place. It hurt more, but it used less of the valuable stuff.
Now what in Cascade's name was that skinny thief still doing? Ears swiveled toward the tree Yasuo was hiding behind, and it looked like he hadn't moved at all. Of course he hadn't answered Sinarin, he hadn't been expecting such. Of course, at the beginning he'd always thought it was just some quirk the younger stallion had, an edge or something. He chose to be mute. Not that...well it looked like he was actually missing his tongue, if he'd seen right. A shudder ran down the thief's back at the thought of how much pain that must have been. No thanks.
It sounded like there were faint sounds emanating from his companion's direction though, and while Sinarin felt the urge to just pack up his share and leave, he hesitated. He was getting a skittish animal or scared child vibe from the figure hiding behind the tree, and it wasn't something he was finding easy to ignore at the moment. Though why his instincts said that he didn't know. Yasuo was definitely someone able to commit murder, or cut himself to help with a job. So what was going on right now?
"Hey Yasuo, will you come out from behind there?" Sinarin called softly, slowly stepping toward the skinny thief's hiding spot. "You can't stay there all night, and I bet you're still bleeding. Come on out, I've got some bandages from that hostage situation earlier. We can get you patched up," the stallion coaxed, feeling utterly goofy and like he was talking to a small kid, and that actually rankled him when he realized it.
"Look, if you don't wanna be seen, cool. You can hide that mug of yours, I can turn my back and not look. Whatever, but get your scrawny ass out here and take care of yourself." Yep, that was better and felt more like himself. Alya's sweet ass he was getting tired, and just wanted to get those extra shards picked up, find his missing knives, and hit the road to Aurora's. And since Yasuo wasn't going to exactly interrupt him, he just kept talking.
"I really can sit here and annoy you all night until you do. Also, I'm headed to a hedgewitch I know, a good healer. Her cabin isn't far, and I think you should come too. You look like you need a meal and a bed, some better healing, and we can help find you a new mask or something if that makes ya happy."
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 23, 2018 1:02:14 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
~~~
Yasuo mostly tuned out the soft noises of Sinarin bandaging himself up and dividing the shards, instead focusing on trying to keep himself quiet. If his father saw him now he'd probably be killed, honestly... Samuru was not kind, he didn't take well to weakness like this.
The soft calling earned a jump from the pale thief, his head jerking up slightly. Footsteps. He was moving closer. Why wouldn't he just leave?! He rubbed his face a bit more rigorously on his legs, trying to smear away the tears and blood on his face. He could stay here all night, and he would, if Sinarin decided to stay. The bleeding would probably stop eventually. If anything he could go and use his torn mask he had discarded as a makeshift bandage once he was alone.
Why didn't he understand to just leave? Thieves, vagabonds, they didn't care for one another. He had no reason to stay. Much less try to get him help. Part of him immediately leapt to the conclusions that it was a trick. Why else would someone who wasn't flesh and blood try to help him? Or, well, someone who wasn't from one of the herds. He swallowed, mouth dry, iron in the back of his throat, lingering on what taste buds he had left.
...Maybe he could scare Sinarin off... Force him to leave. If word somehow spread about him, at least he could try to make it something intimidating. Shivering, Yasuo slowly shoved himself up, his limbs feeling chilled and weak. He looked around the tree, his good side visible at first, as it was the side he could actually see with. He stared at Sinarin for a few moments, almost as if he was waiting to see if he'd leave in the next few moments.
Then the young thief stepped out, lowering his head and tilting it at first, shielding his other side. He drew in a shuddering breath, raising his head, ears flattened as he made his way over to the shards. His gaze was averted from the other thief, and upon reaching the shards, he slowly turned his head back, looking down at the crystalline pieces at his feet, despite his heart pounding and telling him to retreat back behind the tree. He couldn't think of anything to sign. Not like Sinarin would actually look at his gestures. He was probably staring now.~~~
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 28, 2018 12:24:38 GMT -6
It was beginning to feel like he was talking to the tree itself, for all the response he was getting from the thief hiding behind it.
Silver eyes rolled in their sockets, and Sinarin was turning back toward the shards and about to quite wasting his time when he heard movement from behind him. The stallion paused, one front leg slightly raised in a step as he saw the white figure rise to all fours from behind the tree. He watched with faint amusement as the younger thief peered around the tree, waiting there. But instead of doing anything, Sin just stood there as well, jaws splitting in a loud yawn.
He watched with interest as his companion finally stepped into view, moving slowly and oddly, and it didn't seem like it was because of his wounds. No, it was more the movements of something trying to hide something, which went hoof in hoof with the whole mask wearing and...well, tongue missing as he'd thought earlier. He turned his mind away from the gruesome thoughts, instead watching the other looking down at the shards finally...but not doing anything. Was Yasuo in shock or something? Or was he really just that skittish without something to hide behind? What a goofy kid...although Sin had to admit the scrawny thief looked older without the mask, his scars darker shadows against the red and white in the dim light.
"So, piles look even to ya? I figure you can use that sack if you want to. I've got bags, and while the strap is bust, it'll carry your half good enough, I think," the older thief commented, gesturing with the hoof that had been raised toward the pile of fabric on the ground. "Oh, and here, you can use this. Get yourself bandaged up before you bleed anymore. Gods it's hard to tell how much blood you've actually lost with that coat of yours," Sinarin muttered, shaking his head as he tossed the second and last roll of bandages onto the ground near Yasuo's shards and the bag.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 2, 2018 12:36:47 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
~~~
Yasuo's gaze flicked to the other for a brief moment at being spoken to. He followed the gesture to the pile of fabric on the ground, slowly reaching out with his teke and grabbing it. He pulled it over, slowly looking it over. He could... Use that to cover up... He looked at the bandages and put the bag down. He could use the bandages too. It would... Tie his mouth shut for the time being. But it would work. He could ignore the cut on his chest for now and handle that later.
Picking up the bandages now, Yasuo unrolled it, not to bandage up his chest, but to start wrapping it around his jaw and muzzle, slowly covering the gaping hole in the side of his face. It wouldn't cover up all of it. But he could hide the worst of it. He finished wrapping it, securing it firmly and lightly testing the range of motion he had in his jaw now. Very little. But it was temporary. He felt a bit better now.
His attention returned to the shards, and he quickly tied the bag's straps back together and began scooping the shards into it. Sinarin had said something about a hedgewitch... Did he want to risk it and spend even more time in the company of the other? He was at the very least, far, FAR better company then Evaris. He exhaled heavily through his nose, finishing putting the shards in the bag and slinging it over his neck. He looked up at Sinarin, raising his head now, blood still slowly dripping down his legs.
'Hedgewitch?' He slowly signed, hoping that it was a recognized sign and not one of his made up ones. He had so many signs he'd made he sometimes couldn't remember if they were his or actual ones... He didn't know why. No one else would know them, or understand him. Maybe a raven or crow if he managed to actually fully befriend one. But they couldn't talk back.~~~
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Post by Dream-Lark on Aug 12, 2018 20:08:20 GMT -6
Sinarin kept his gaze firmly lowered, figuring the skittish other thief would prefer it that way. So it was in his peripheral vision that he watched Yasuo unroll the bandages and begin to--wrap them about his face. With a small snort, the dual colored stallion tried not to blatantly pay attention, instead shifting to scoop his portion of the loot into his own saddlebags. It didn't seem like his companion had any qualms about the split at any rate, so he was going to take that as a good sign.
When he lifted his head and focused his gaze back on the younger white stallion, he seemed to have relaxed a little. Had the mask really been that big of a deal? From the way he kept acting...yes. Must be some serious trauma there...other than the obvious physical part. Don't think about it, Sinarin chided himself, nodding as the last of the shards were tucked away safely into bags.
At the slow question, Sin nodded again. "Yep, a witch I know. She's basically a sugar cookie, sweet as can be and will definitely help you out without asking too many questions. Don't worry, I can do all the talking if you don't want to," he added, with a grin that said he knew he was being an ass, but it was actually without any meanness to it. He was just out to harass the poor kid, though he probably shouldn't overdo it.
Actually, he was surprised Yasuo was still here. He'd sorta figured the younger thief would have picked up the shards and run as soon as he'd gotten the money and his makeshift mask in place.
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